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Loneliness • "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter"

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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by american writer Carson McCullers, first published in 1940. The length of the novel is not too long, and it is even a little depressing to read, and each character in the book, deaf and mute Singer, student Mick, coffee shop owner Beeve, black doctor Copeland, outsider Jack, etc. seem to be full of "loneliness" that overflows from the body, especially Singh ends his desperate loneliness by suicide.

The book says, "No one can get rid of the shadow of loneliness." Loneliness is absolute, and the deepest love cannot change the ultimate loneliness of human beings.

Everyone is lonely, but not connected by similar loneliness. Man is lonely after all, as if he were going to die after all. ”

It is true that human loneliness is innate, tangible------ and the invisible --- inner world. Therefore, loneliness is also multidimensional, related to time and space, related to spiritual flesh. Man cannot get rid of it, and the loneliness between individuals, if they can be connected, is not called loneliness. Loneliness, necessity.

In fact, man himself is a contradiction, and since the day of the afterlife, he has wanted to vigorously "mix" in the midst of the hustle and bustle of all sentient beings and rolling red dust, and he is also trying not to "lose" himself and keep his own from being submerged, sounding, looking, and doing it seems to be a bit "struggling" and even "screwing". The journey of life, loneliness is like a shadow with us, we carry it, and will eventually take it away, in our lifetime, we only need to fill the box of loneliness, clean up and clean up, enjoy the freedom and ease, tranquility and freedom, imagination and contemplation in the hustle and bustle that it brings us, it is enough.

Gifts, born, laugh at it. Leave a "sober", leave a "drunk", and leave a beauty. As "Dream of the Red Chamber" said, "red strips come and go without concern", is not also a very high realm.

If the flowers bloom, the breeze will come.

If the heart is open, the sun is free.

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